Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.